At the Marsh

I was painting down at one of my favourite spots where I've photographed many, many times the moods and changing atmosphere but hadn't painted there. A heron sat out in the middle for the longest time and an eagle could be heard nearby. There were also flies pestering my bare legs, won't do that again go out with legs bare. I ended up slightly reworking this after getting home but still am not sure that I like it well enough to save I may need a couple of trips back to the spot.